once upon a february, I asked mommy if I could invite a boy to prom, and spent the next ten minutes or so saying that this ohio boy and I had been interweb dating for a couple of months now, and he just happened to have his spring break right a côte de that weekend.

It didn't take nearly as much convincing as I'd thought. Meanwhile, someone was talking to his parents about a similar trip. (actually, it might've taken a few days. We'd been talking about it for a while and I wanted him to approach his first, and he was too scared, so I just went out and did it to show him that it wasn't that bad xD)

so one friday night, after working for 10 hours to decorate, I went home, took a bath, sprayed on my nicest smelling stuff, put on the cutest dress I had, and waited for the two hour lay-over in atlanta, had mom drive me the hour to little rock during the two hour flight to little rock, and waited nervously in the terminal for the last flight at midnight thirty.

Finally, after a million people that were not wearing khaki pants and blue shirts (to match my blue dress), the LAST person was a curly hair, and we spotted one another, were drawn together by magnetic dipole forces, and had the awkwardest and best first kiss of our lives. ahahahahahahahaha sorry.

we experimented trying to figure out the best way for two people of the same height to hold hands (and promptly found the method we use to this day), and waited for the luggage to come around. Luckily since he was so slow getting off, we didn't have too long to wait for this. On the way home, we sat in the backseat, with me laying my head in his lap, and for a while we just stared at one another. Then some furtive kisses and we tried out the french fashion.

It was incredible to be held so closely by someone so dear finally.

We stayed up until about 3, just holding and kissing. He gave me a piggyback ride to my bedroom, and tucked me in and said "Sleep sweet, my princess" and I probably said some sappy thing back, and he went to sleep on the couch in the living room.

And that's how it started!